Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Snow White and Florian turned and walked towards the depths of the icy plains. Behind them, they heard Old Iron reprimanding his men in a low voice.

"Stop looking, get to work. We still need to figure out where that dire wolf's den is today," followed by a few scattered responses from burly men.

After the two had walked a distance, Florian finally spoke: "The continent is in such a mess. Aren't we going back?"

Snow White shook her head. What would she do back there? She couldn't stop the Spirit Hall from unifying the continent, nor could she stop the Star Luo Empire from rebelling.

She was neither a general of the Heaven Dou Empire nor a vanguard of the Spirit Empire; she was simply a traveler heading north, wanting to see what the end of the aurora borealis looked like.

Anyway, the war won't end anytime soon. Instead of going back and watching, we should do something more meaningful.

Florian thought about it and realized that what she said made sense, so he stopped mentioning going back.

The two continued walking deeper into the ice field, one after the other. The tents and the flickering campfire behind them soon disappeared into the swirling snow.

Behind them, in the camp, Oscar chewed on the sausage he had just made, watching the two figures gradually swallowed by the wind and snow, feeling a mix of emotions.

After participating in the Soul Master Competition, he returned to Shrek Academy with Dean Flander and the others. However, due to the long hours spent cultivating at the school, he began to travel after reaching the Soul Master level.

Food-type Soul Masters are naturally slower to cultivate than other types. The reason he was able to break through to Soul Master before graduation was not because of his extraordinary talent, but because the stingy Dean Flander urged him to practice with a small leather whip every day.

Flander's explanation was: "You're a food-type character, you won't get a chance to fight, you have to rely on yourself to survive, right? How are you going to pass sausages to your teammates if you're slow?"

So Oscar developed a knack for running away and, along with a bag of sausages, began his travels.

However, he didn't travel for long before war broke out.

The Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall were locked in a fierce battle, while the Star Luo Empire was eyeing them covetously from the south, plunging the entire continent into chaos.

Students from regular Soul Master academies have the protection of sects and the support of families, while Oscar, a food-type Soul Master from a commoner background, has neither background nor support and can only make a living in the cracks on the edge of war.

Fortunately, food-type Soul Masters are a rare resource in the mercenary world. Don't let his poor fighting skills fool you; his sausages—the recovery sausage, the detoxifying sausage, the speed-enhancing mushroom sausage…

In the eyes of mercenaries who live on the edge, this is more precious than anything else. This time, the mercenary team took on a job hunting for spirit rings, and since they needed a support, they pulled him in.

He had assumed this job would simply involve finding the target spirit beast, killing it, and leaving. He never expected to see the princess of the Heaven Dou Empire and members of the Spirit Hall traveling together in the Endless Ice Plains.

The princess of the Heaven Dou Empire and the disciple of the Spirit Hall's Hall of Worship, two identities that should be irreconcilable, walked side by side in the same snowstorm, looking quite familiar with each other.

Somewhat surprised. But only a little.

Emperor Xue Ye has passed away, Xue Qinghe has now joined the Spirit Hall, and the Heaven Dou Empire has merged into the Spirit Empire.

What does it matter if Snow White travels with the people of the Spirit Hall?

It's likely that he joined the Spirit Hall along with Xue Qinghe.

Oscar chewed on his sausage, looked in the direction where the two figures had disappeared, and shrugged.

Thinking about it any further has nothing to do with him.

He was the least noticeable of the Shrek Seven Devils; he never got to fight or show off.

He didn't understand the world of those privileged kids; all he knew was to make his sausages well. He'd finish the job, get paid, and leave; the next task awaited him.

Oscar looked away and went back to rubbing his sausage. The burly man with a thick beard next to him chuckled as he watched the steaming sausage that had suddenly appeared in Oscar's hand, and reached out to ask for another one.

Oscar rolled his eyes, but it wasn't a very effective one, since the job included food, lodging, and a share of the pay.

He shoved the sausage into the big man's hand, muttering, "Eat it sparingly, my soul power didn't come from thin air," and then continued to rub his sausage.

The burly man took the sausage without ceremony, taking a large bite, his cheeks puffed out like a squirrel hibernating. After a few chews, he suddenly nudged Oscar with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "What? Do you know those two from earlier?"

Oscar paused for a moment while rubbing the sausage.

"Was I that obvious?" He subconsciously touched his face. That shouldn't be the case; he had only glanced in that direction casually, just once, without even craning his neck.

The burly man chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if he were enjoying the spectacle: "Your expression isn't just obvious, it's written all over your face. It's practically like you have 'I know those two, but I'm not saying' etched on your forehead."

"Get lost." Oscar laughed and cursed, stuffing the sausage he had just kneaded into his storage soul tool, and then took out a new one to knead.

He didn't intend to hide anything. He had cooperated with this mercenary team more than once or twice. Lao Tie was a loyal friend, and his brothers were all honest men. They had been fighting together in the icy plains for several months, and they all knew each other's true nature.

Besides, it's hardly a secret that he knows Snow White and Florian.

“I do know them.” Oscar didn’t keep them in suspense, leaning back against the tent pole behind him, slowing down his sausage-rolling motions. “But while I know them, they might not know me.”

The burly man raised an eyebrow, looking incredulous: "Are you kidding me? You know them, how could they not know you? You're a Food-type Soul Master! These days, Food-type Soul Masters are incredibly valuable, so many teams are vying for them, why wouldn't they recognize you?"

Oscar was amused by his confident tone and shook his head: "What's so precious about me? I'm just a food-type Soul Master, nothing special in other people's eyes."

The burly man gave a knowing "Oh," took another swig of meat soup, and mumbled, "Sure enough. I knew something was off about those two. Their demeanor, the way they walked—they weren't ordinary Soul Masters."

Oscar smiled but didn't reply.

He knew, of course, that Snow White and Florian were no ordinary Soul Masters. One was the jewel of the Heaven Dou Empire, and the other was a direct disciple of the Spirit Hall's Hall of Worship. Anyone standing in front of these two would be radiant with golden light.

Let alone a sausage maker like him, even Tang San and Cinderella, the most powerful fighters among the Shrek Seven Devils, would probably look three points shorter in front of him.

Seeing that he was just smiling and not saying anything, the big man nudged him with his elbow again: "Hey, Oscar, how do you know them? Tell us. It's freezing cold, we've got nothing better to do, let's chat."

Oscar nearly dropped the sausage in his hand when he was poked by him. He rolled his eyes, stuffed the freshly rolled recovery sausage into his storage soul tool, patted the crumbs off his hands, and leaned back against the support pole of the rough leather tent.

The campfire crackled and popped, its light illuminating his stubble-covered face and making his almond-shaped eyes appear and disappear.

Chapter 502 Ice and Snow Point the Way

"How did we meet? We met in the ring, of course," Oscar said casually, his tone light and airy, as if he were talking about what he had for breakfast, without even lifting his eyelids.

The burly man paused for a moment upon hearing this, scratching the back of his head with his rough hand. "What arena? I've never heard you mention it before."

He put down the meat skewer in his hand, looked Oscar up and down, his eyes filled with surprise that "you have this kind of experience."

Several mercenaries warming themselves by the fire nearby also perked up their ears, and even the short man who was adding water to the pot stopped what he was doing.

The bigger man looked at Oscar's bearded face more and more and felt something was wrong. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh, as if he had discovered some incredible secret.

"Could it be the Soul Master Competition? But I heard that the Soul Master Competition is mostly for teenagers and young adults in their twenties. Judging from your age..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his eyes were filled with doubt.

The tall, thin man next to him, who was drinking soup, almost spat it out. He coughed repeatedly at the big man and said, "What kind of eyes do you have? With that full beard, does he look like he's cut out to be in the Soul Master Competition?"

"Get lost!" Oscar laughed and cursed, shoving the sausage in his hand into the big man's arms.

"With a shaved beard, I'm a handsome young man, okay!"

As he spoke, he reached out and touched his full beard, adopting a knowing expression.

"You guys haven't seen what I looked like back in the Heaven Dou City's Great Soul Arena. I was incredibly handsome and dashing."

"Come on, you!" The burly man took a bite of sausage and chuckled indistinctly, "If you were that capable, why would you be hanging out with us peasants?"

The mercenaries behind him also joined in the jeering. Some said Oscar was just bragging, others said if he had that kind of ability, he would have been snatched up by some powerful force long ago, and still others urged him to shave off his beard right now to prove his innocence.

Oscar wasn't annoyed. He stuffed a mouthful of jerky into his mouth, chewed a few times, and mumbled, "That's because I'm indifferent to fame and fortune."

He pointed to his almond-shaped eyes and blinked deliberately; his long eyelashes did indeed look quite handsome in the light of the campfire.

"See that? With eyes like those, if I shaved my beard and stood on the streets of Tiandou City, the girls chasing me could line up from the city gate to the palace gate."

The big man burst into laughter, almost dropping the sausage in his hand, while the tall, thin man next to him laughed so hard he slapped his thigh.

The campfire crackled and popped, sparks being whipped up by the wind and drifting into the sky, quickly disappearing into the swirling snowflakes.

Meanwhile, Snow White and Florian were braving the increasingly violent blizzard as they ventured deeper into the icy plains.

The snow underfoot was getting thicker and thicker, and every step I took would sink up to my calves.

The surrounding landscape had transformed from undulating ice hills into towering ice mountains. The steep cliffs of the ice mountains gleamed with a bluish luster under the pale light of the sky, resembling giant swords thrusting out of the earth.

Florian followed behind Snow White, head bowed to avoid the wind, his short golden hair covered with tiny ice crystals.

He raised his hand to brush the wind-blown hair from his forehead and suddenly spoke, "We've been out for quite a while now. Do you want to go back and take a look?"

Snow White stopped and glanced back at him. Snowflakes swirled behind her, making his exquisitely beautiful face stand out starkly against the pale white sky.

"hold on."

Her voice was partly carried away by the wind, but Florian still heard it clearly.

He nodded and didn't ask any further questions. For him, going back or not was really up to him. With his teachers overseeing things at the Spirit Hall, he didn't need to worry about the affairs of the Hall of Offerings. The war was being handled by those important figures, and even if he, a Soul King-level disciple, went back, he wouldn't be of much help.

It would be better to continue cultivating with Snow White in this icy plain; at least the extreme cold environment does have a significant tempering effect on his soul power.

He only asked the question instinctively after hearing what Lao Tie said. Since Snow White wasn't in a hurry, he wasn't in a hurry either.

In fact, Snow White didn't necessarily have to undergo trials in the icy plains.

She wasn't the type to put up with hardship without effort. No matter how beautiful the snow and wind of the far north were, after a while, they were just another ordinary sight.

The soul beasts on the outer perimeter posed no threat to her, while the dangers deeper inside were unpredictable. If she didn't have a clear objective, she wouldn't have spent so long here.

Of course, there are goals.

Since Lin Wan granted some of the system's permissions to all the summoned fairy tale characters, Snow White has rarely used it on her own initiative.

She is not the type to rely on external things; she prefers to rely on herself in everything.

But this time, she made an exception.

She used the system to inquire about something: where exactly was her chance to become a god?

The answer is just four words: the far north.

This result was not unexpected. Her main martial soul was the Snow-capped Swan, with the ultimate ice attribute, and her self-created Aurora Soul Power was also fused in the Six-Winged Angel Mimicry Training Ground.

But at its core, the aurora's essence leans more towards ice and snow than towards the sacred.

The most suitable place on the entire continent for her to seek a divine position was the far north; she couldn't think of another.

But what truly prompted her to make this decision was another, more pressing reason.

Among the fairy tale characters summoned by Lin Wan today, almost none are without divine trials.

After the Dragon Realm disappeared, the strange changes in the Dragon God's inheritance were like a boulder thrown into the stagnant waters of the God Realm, and the ripples it stirred up have not subsided to this day.

The gods were made restless by the repulsive force emanating from the rules of their divine positions. In order to avoid future retribution from the Dragon God, they began to frantically search for a successor, attempting to escape before the Dragon God returned.

It was at that time that fairy tale characters came into the sight of the gods.

Cinderella passed the goddess's test, Merida gained the approval of the goddess of the hunt, and Leia became the chosen successor of the god of fire...

She alone was not subjected to any divine test by any deity.

The reason is simple: she possesses a six-winged angel martial soul.